They came to take it away today. My old Volvo, that was 12 years old and has been in my posession for the last 6 years. It was strangely sad. It has done nothing but cause me money and grief for the last two years as it chose the most inopportune moments to break down. But to see it unceremoniously hoisted on to the back of a trailer was a sad moment for me. I’ve never given up a car without having a newer one to look forward to. This time, it is going to be the world of hire cars for a while. Probably more economical, more environmentally responsible, but probably more inconvenient.

Seeing the old car swing by a couple of chains slung through it’s windows actually put me in a bit of a depression for the rest of the afternoon. But when I realise I don’t have to pay road tax or insurance next month, then I’m sure that will be all that I need to bring me to my senses.

However, it for many of it’s years it served me and my family well. I hope it finds a good scrap yard.